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As you keep staring at the clock in the overhead of your shared bed, you let out a sigh of frustration. It has been close to twenty minutes and you can still hear Lloyd’s voice from the hall, even if the door is closed. This man could not keep his mouth shut in the face of loss, could he? 

You weren’t going to lie; there was a certain knot in your stomach as you thought of his presence back in your room. Would he be too worked up and angry to have a conversation with you? Would he be too overcome by anger still that you had to watch your each tiny movement, your tone, the way you sighed or attempted to speak... so, every little thing?  You kept chewing on the inside of your cheek as he finally waltzed into the room, and you gripped on the cushion of your velvet sofa.

“These idiot morons... can’t even get a perimeter set the right fuckin’ way,” you heard him growl as he shut the door closed, and something about his choice of expletives and his gait properly aroused you, which only made you roll your eyes as if trying to ignore the situation. He kept doing this more and more, he kept doing things that drove you wild... but all very subtle.

He sighed in the bold defeat that showered his every inch right after throwing his black turtleneck somewhere and plopping onto the bed as he barely looked at you from across the room. “Can you fuckin’ believe it? They let that son of a bitch go and pardoned him like a Thanksgiving turkey... or more like the pig he is,” he exuded frustration, the veins on his forehead protruding audaciously, his Adam’s apple outlined almost to perfection— sculpted by gods, no less.

You began to notice how your lower half began to sweat, and how you bit your bottom lip until each nerve under your skin sent signals to your brain.

“Easy tiger,” you almost wished you hadn’t spoken like that to him, the second his pair of sky blues landed on you with something that can only be described as lust, and fortunately, you liked it.

It was interesting the way the both of you communicated without saying much. He respected you and the ways you’d also earned a pretty good name in the good old CIA, and you respected him just as much. The two of you went back; everybody and their mamas knew this but nobody dared say a word, and certainly nobody dared question the unique desires of one Lloyd Hansen. When he said he wanted you for himself, the respective parties obeyed, including yourself. As to how this happened... well, perhaps that’s a story for some other time.

“Thank fuck you’re here,” Lloyd spoke with decision, giving you those bedroom eyes, one of his hands signaling you to come over to the bed. “Distract me, will ‘ya, sugar? Make me think happy thoughts...” and his voice sounded like candy... or more like dripping honey. Dripping as you were, that’s for sure!

“Shh... you’ll get him next time, Daddy,” something shifted within you in the matter of seconds, and the both of you loved it thoroughly. You went on with praise, “you’ll give him what he deserves, no one is as good as you,” the tone of your voice lowered somewhat, each step you took towards the bed threatening the wetness between your legs to leak.

“Damn right I will, sweetheart,” you were getting closer and closer to his frame, and he was able to take a better look at you through the silk babydoll he’d proudly bought for you. The off-white and beige shades of the fabric draped across your body like warm honey, and his possessive hands found their way towards what was his, and you allowed the contact, no questions asked. 

You crawled towards your Lloyd, unable to hold it anymore and straddling his hips while you searched for anything that would ease down the pressure in your cunt. He wasn’t hard yet, but you knew it would only take seconds before that would change, and he began to handle you as he wished. Prominent hands squeezed your abdomen, your ass, your thighs... everything was his for the taking and you made sure he knew this by humoring him with your delicate sounds.

Moan after moan, you hopelessly surrendered to him. He found the perfect space between your legs to rub with his decisive pair of fingers, and you couldn’t help but to buck your hips forward. “D-Daddy...” it came out instinctively, like an animal in heat. 

You chuckled quietly, and he shared the sentiment by rubbing harder on your pulsating clit. Circles, little nubs, a cheeky push against the smooth piece of lingerie... all of this in the matter of seconds before he undid his fly in a swift move, unbuttoning his amazingly fitted khakis.

You knew what to do, this same choreography you two have danced many times before; but each time felt like the first. Bliss drained your blood and your lungs as you took a deep breath and prepared for the incredible sensation of his length. “Mmmhm...” you seemed to meow or purr like a cat, Lloyd’s flaming hot breath touching your throat.

You were positively dripping wet, unable to speak and listen to him instead.

“Fuck Daddy like the good little doll you are... Daddy needs it real fuckin’ bad,” his voice as hoarse as sandpaper as his tip brushed in agony against your folds, “That’s why you’re here, ‘innit? Huh? To make Daddy feel better?” and you simply nodded, and you got to work.

You rode him like your first rodeo, your little matching panties pushed ever so gently to a side as you held tightly around his neck. He moaned, moaned, and moaned, “S-shit, baby.... more,” you heard him loud and clear, and you did nothing but obey. Your hips moved harder and he turned to more of his addicting praise. “Take that cock, t-take it so damn good,” he ran his inviting fingers through your hair, pulling hard... so hard that you squealed. 

This was Lloyd on his element, at least your favorite kind— and you knew it was only a matter of time before... before....

“Ah, f-fuck... Fucking hell, baby, yes,” he was desperate, he held onto your peachy behindfor dear life as if this was the last thing he’d do. You moaned together in unison, tightness on your now full belly and peppering the air with heavy breaths. “Come for me, c’mon, come...” he thrusted repeatedly into you as he filled you up nice and sweet, rubbing your now red pussy in tandem as you eventually rode your own orgasm with nothing short of satisfaction...

Nothing much was said right after, you only heard Lloyd’s whispers of sweet nothings into your ear, heavy liplocks, the ocassional squeeze on your ass... all of this while sweat glistened on your skin. You could catch a tiny sight of various scars here and there, old injuries on his chest— and all of this was your Lloyd.

everything was chaotic, and luckily, the three of you found an, kuina, aguni and also heiya. there were only two games left. two more games. you'll surely get back to the real world.

“ oh i almost forgot, my good luck charm! ” kuina said, getting something from her pocket.

it was a bomb that chishiya made. you remember him giving you one too.

chishiya.

and arisu came up with a plan, luring the king of spade and using it at a close range. and you liked the idea.

and with usagi, kuina, an, heiya, and aguni they'll be the bait.

“ i'm going…too. ” you said, frowning. usagi smiled.

“ we'll do this together! ” she says, with a confident smile.

you didn't know if arisu's plan succeeded, but you heard an explosion somewhere, so the plan went good, probably.

you couldn't focus, all you can feel was the overflowing pain, in your lower abdomen. yeah. the king of spades stabbed you.

and you couldn't move, the pain hurted like a bitch. you just wanted to end this. after all, it was just one game? is it?

many hours passed, it was getting dark, you were thinking about chishiya. is he alright? oh god. you hope that he makes it out alive.

and oh, you remember that time.

“ what if we get seperated by the time this game almost ends? ” you asked him.

he chuckled, “ i'm sure, we can recognize each other anywhere. ”

you giggled, “ we're one souls, in two bodies. are we? ”

he patted your head, “ yeah. we are. ”

a small memory popping up after the wind. a deep echo in your ear.

your warm tears starts falling on your cold cheeks, not even realizing.

like a shining star in a pitch darkness, we can recognize each other anywhere.

that radiant moment will bloom forever, like a PANORAMA.

“ chishiya. . . ” you stop.

the green hill, the campfire at night before participating in games, you miss those time with him.

so precious, and you'll cherish them all.

“ we're meant to be one, like the first moment we met, my heart beats fast. ”

you'll make a way out of here in borderlands with him. you're sure of it.

“ chishiya, i'll remember this forever, i promise. ”

don't let me down.

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